My friends always laugh at me when I stop suddenly mid-sentence interrupting whatever is happening and sigh delightfully saying “oooh feel that sexy breeze, ooh I love me some sexy breeze”. Well Sunday was such a day for me. I went to the 10:30 am mass. It was my first time attending this church in my area. To my surprise I found that there was a very large congregation of people that lined up against the walls, out in the halls, along the sides. There was a dynamic diversity of peoples it was staggeringly fabulous as the congregation was made up of every ethnicity you can imagine (Asians, Philippinos, South Asians, Africans from different parts of the continent, Afro-Caribbean’s and Indo-Caribbean’s from all parts of the West Indies, Caucasians etc,). The choir is a children choir that range in children of all ages robed in red. They didn’t sound too bad, aside for the little off tone every once in a while they sounded ok.
No longer in a hurry to go home since I have no air conditioner I found a nice spot in the shade at the side of the church on the cobble stone beside a row of trees and just relaxed fighting the temptation to just spread out and lay there like a bump on a log. I was too self-aware and self-conscious to do so fearing that somebody will mistake me for a homeless wonderer loitering the premises and call security to have me physically removed. So I settled for sitting, removing my slippers and playing with the grass with my toes enjoying the breeze and taking pictures of the trees. I stay there for an 1½ hours just basking.
I sat beneath the trees
Enjoying the breeze
Enveloped by its embrace
I am mesmerized
As it glides along my skin
Hypnotized by its soothing caress
Alleviating all stress
Leaving no room for misery
As I sat beneath the trees
No woes
No worries
As I sat
Admiring the trees
Photo & Poetry by D.S.B.Rhapsody©2010/2011
I wish I was able to bottle the breeze so you can experience its caress but alas I could not the only thing I was able to capture were the trees and wrap the feeling poetically so you can feel what I felt. Peace, look out for those sexy breeze now, and remember, enjoy!
The metaphor of breeze employed to describe the romantic love describing the common features is forecful.Nice poem with smooth flow.
ReplyDeleteHi Rhapsody,
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
Love,
Herrad
I really loved the poem, the imagery, the title, the flow...lovely..
ReplyDeleteNever thought of a breeze as sexy, sensuous yes of course.Sexy for me is reserved to a woman whom I find attractive in that way.I like the concept of not being in a hurry to get home, I live by it when I am able.I would also like to capture the breeze, but alas you really have to be there I think.Blessings and Hugs from me in Alaska
ReplyDeleteThe sexy breezes here have averaged 50 mph and accompanied a thunderstorm. LOLGreat pictures!!
ReplyDeleteI never thought of the breeze as sexy but I understand what you mean. Right now I am enjoying a sexy breeze from an overhead fan.
ReplyDeleteYea, what Beth Marie said! LOL!! Sounds like a wonderful experience! More sexy breezes please, it’s boiling hot down here in ye ol’ Detroit!
ReplyDeleteLOL – girl, I know the feeling! I remember back home when I lived in Trincity and we had some sexy breezes like that, we used to take the cushions off of the living room furniture and lay them out on the terrazzo floor in the gallery and just lay there and sleep with that breeze! Daddy was even planning to build a room on the roof of the house just for us to relax and feel that breeze. Here in Atl, we’re having temps of 95 and over right now – nothing sexy ’bout that!
ReplyDeleteYea, what Stylin said…it’s boiling down here in Texas too. More sexy breezes please here too, can’t really remember when we had any of those. Sounds like weather "to-die-for".
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful place, yes i know what you mean send some sexy breeze here :) it feels good good :)
ReplyDeleteI love such sexy breezes! I know exactly what you're talking about!
ReplyDeleteNice poem too :)